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ft xv chris webby emilio rojas – nobody fucking with me (ft. xv & chris webby) – emilio rojas lyrics

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[hook]
ain’t n-body f-cking with me
ain’t n-body f-cking with me
ain’t n-body f-cking with me

[verse 1: emilio rojas]
there ain’t n-body f-ckin’ with emilli
with a couple bad b-tches that’ll suck us silly
for the rockin’, i’ve been livin’ like a boxer out of philly
and i’m runnin’ up the rocky stairs, lucky that i got in here
a little ‘pac in him, little bit of jay, a lot of em’
little bit of pun and hector lavoe so them women wantin’ him
now that’s a latin swag, full price for half a bag
young and i had nothin’, i ain’t never goin’ back to that
wherever we go, you know we gettin’ c-notes
makin’ money off your f-ckin’ reservations like casinos
my b-tches never need clothes ’cause they covered in weed smoke
my memory is foggy, i’ve forgotten how to be broke
they know we hungry, how we roll around
so if we bite the bite the hand that feeds
it’s only ’cause it’s tryin’ to hold us down
latinos glowin’ now – every show we showin’ out
y’all are f-ckin’ crazy tryna slow us down

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[verse 2: xv]
rip to those mercedez doors
they suicide, and i ain’t even save ’em, lord
a simple life full of nights that you’d go crazy for
blaze at dorms with crazy wh-r-s, hotel rooms with 80 floors
hold up, sh-t, there may be more
but i’m the oompa loompa, so these dudes’ll never play me short
mind is like i’m 84
flow is like i’m 90s branded and grind is like i’m 80s born
flow is filled with all these threats that all these naked babes want
n-gg-s ask how the rap game changed me
first thing i answer is “the rap game ain’t me”
authenticity is a definite, it seems, faintly
and lately, i haven’t been placin’ where n-gg-s place me
wouldn’t be preachin’ if n-gg-s made masterpieces
but basically, theses n-gg-s be blatantly f-ckin’ tracin’
green turn on the lantern, bruce banner just got angry
backpacks, hundred stacks, goin’ green, ain’t we?

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[verse 3: chris webby]
aye, emilio, let me drop the beat – a connecticut prodigy
who probably would have people askin’ “who let the monster free?”
no need to do it modestly
lyrically leave ’em full of more holes
than george w’s environmental policies
honestly, this is just another f-ckin’ story told
takin’ over the planet from alaska to borneo
joints rolled tighter than a twenty when you’re snortin’ blow
i’m al capone takin’ over for johnny torrio
boss status, feather in my fedora
my backpack pack fat like dora the explorer
you just a minnow, motherf-cker, webby is an orca
i’m the lord of the f-ckin’ rings and you hobbits gettin’ tortured
the sword of excalibur, so who’s my next challenger?
you jeff goldblums got a t-rex after ya
so you must go faster, must go faster
’cause when they handin’ us a mic, we crush those rappers

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